back to school

It’s that time of year. For some parents, this is good news and for others (like me) not so much. I am a night owl and so are my kids and so for all of us, we dread the 6:43 AM alarm clock, lunch packing and out the door morning rush.

What made this year different than others is my Son’s attendance to a new school. Not only is the school new to him, it’s private and it’s Catholic. Oh, and it’s High School. Quadruple whammy. We are not Catholic and we have never attended private school and he is 13. A moment in time ripe for social awkardness and reflections on this rite of passage we all face.

I, like him, was also 13 when I started high school. Young for our grade. But I already had experience with older boys, cigarettes and hid any social anxiety behind Wayfarer sunglasses and an aloof posture.

*That’s me in the middle the Summer before Freshmen year. Not smiling.

When I started high school, I had my same friends and frankly don’t recall feeling all that terrible. I wanted to be a Senior already but could manage. Any step closer to Adult was good by me. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t EXCITED to go to school as being EXCITED about anything was not socially acceptable either. My adolescence was spent as a non-participant. I was a product of the counter-culture coupled with a too-cool-for-school nature. If I was forced to join anything, I stood in the back. As I have shared in other blogs, I lacked a playful spirit so doing anything which may reveal joy or vulnerability was not my speed. At my high school, the “cool kids” didn’t join anything. Except parties, surfing or possibly soccer.

*This was a backyard party I attended Freshmen year but as you can see, there are grown men here (one with a mustache!). I am actually smiling in this one, maybe because of the Keg?

My Son’s new school is known for it’s community spirit and FOOTBALL. Neither of which I have any experience in. My Son took the initiative to attend this school and I support him all the way and, as with all parenting, I am learning as I go. Humbly. The night of his Freshmen Social, I was invited to attend a Social for incoming Freshmen Mom’s at one of the Mom’s homes. I spotted the home because of the balloons outside in school spirit colors. I was greeted with a name-tag, also in school spirit colors. As I entered a home full of Mom’s, I imagined this must be how my Son is feeling. I don’t know anyone. Where do I stand? How do I do this? My higher self knows this is all perfect. My fearful self wanted to run out the back gate.

For someone who has spent their entire life and career in the public arena, I am actually pretty shy. People have a hard time believing that but it’s true.

*That’s me on the right, not wanting my picture taken in high school.

Being shy, introverted and not drinking, it’s not super relaxing for me to attend parties with strangers. But I did it. And therein lies the development of self that we all must soldier through. Joining a new team, starting a new job, moving to a new city. We are faced with the fear of failure, not fitting in, not being good enough, not saying or doing the right thing. And living through it. And maybe actually enjoying it?

My kids are having a pretty good childhood. They don’t hate school. They join things. They participate. They want to be “part-of”. They don’t share my social phobias and for this I am utterly grateful. Because of my kids, I get to push through my own judgments and reluctance and recognize that at the root of all of it is fear. And every time we push through our own fears, we become a little bit better and a little bit stronger. I am sure of it.